Today I want to talk about Mikie. Mikie is my daughter’s friend. He is 25 and he is dying. He is in stage 4 Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. He has been sick for 6 years and is now coming to the end. He has been given a few months at most.
Mikie is not a relative, so I’m veering from my usual posts. In my last post, I briefly mentioned the death of a child. Mikie’s mother is dead. His father is not in the picture and other family are not interested. He is one of many children in the world who are essentially abandoned by family and left to raise themselves. Mikie did a decent job. He is loving, kind, sweet, and understanding and his death is breaking my heart.
I have become somewhat of a surrogate mother to him. My job now is to see that Mikie had a peaceful death surrounded by the few of us who love him. I am losing a child of my heart if not my body.
So, I will be brave. I will hold his hand at the end. He will hold my heart.